User blog comment:Logalog Nombolo/The Treasures of Drow De/@comment-3135907-20120403213754/@comment-3135907-20130216153250

"Bally insincere little blighter, donchathink," says Ruck, looking in despair upon the ruined food that now lies on the ground at his paws. "Heh, fancy sharin' a bit o' that scoff, Rulen me ol' Reybrush? I've lost mine to a blinkin' crowthief!" Rulen finishes his oatcakes at a swifter rate, seeing the hunger in his hare companion's face. "Ye'll be havin' none o' mine- we're goin' t' Redwall, ye know. There'll be plenny tae eat there, Ruck."

Dusting themselves off, the three creatures rise and recommence their journey, knowing Redwall scoff will soon be filling them.